So I lay in my bed and the stars wheel overhead. Somewhere a dear friend is experiencing his child making it’s entrance into this crazy world. The opposing forces that met and conflicted at G20 reflect. Tired policemen in their beds. Unsure of their role or firmly committed as protectors of the people or tools of the state. Protestors - some angry, some genuine seekers of change who feel protest to be a worthwhile pursuit, some thrillseekers, some empty filling their lives with the cause, others wilful troublemakers and agents of chaos. Sleeping sound firm in their convictions or ranting around late night fires. But all people, with hearts, no matter how misguided or distorted, on either side. Truth is not relative, it speaks to people and mobilizes mountains. Let’s fight for it. Every time we see the opportunity to advance it, let’s seize it. It’s in short supply so let’s maximize it. For human happiness, dignity, honour. For humanity. Because every time we lie, or make a wrong move, or paper over the truth, we lose one of humanity’s heartbeats. And they are truly a finite resource.
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